I was talking to a co worker who is child-free, by choice. He spent the weekend babysitting his 5 year-old neice, and today, Wednesday, he's still recuperating from the weekend. He just doesn't understand how people can do this day in and day out, like deal with kids, all the time. And, he's right. I don't know how I do it.
We spend a lot of time in the car. And Leah must talk, question, comment, and narrate the entire time she's in the car. There's a lot of "Look, Mommy"s too. It's non-stop. When I pick her up from my sister's house on Wednesdays and am in the thick of a 45-minute commute in rush hour traffic after working for 9 straight hours, the last thing I want to do is "Look at my knee, Mommy! Look at my sock! Oh, man! There's a bus!" And if she doesn't get a reaction she will keep going, louder and louder, until she does. So, we have a conversation for the duration of the entire ride. Every ride. Every day.
Now, I don't want you all to think that I'm complaining about parenthood, because I'm not. Much. I knew it would be tough and challenging. Not as tough and challenging as it actually is, but still, I had an idea. What I'm saying is that despite the challenges, we still do it. We still have kids. We still run ourselves ragged taking care of them and tending to their needs. We still think about them and worry about them. We kiss, hug, cuddle, and snuggle them. We love them to pieces. More than we ever thought possible. It's worth it. It must be, right?
Despite being woken up at 5 a.m. this morning to the words, "I want pancakes now!" I never regret the day Greg and I decided to become parents. I can't even remember life without Cha Cha. And I don't want to...because I was probably well rested and energetic and richer. And, really, who wants to think about that?
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